So when I’m at the bookstore, in the stack of books I carry, I may have Plath, Woolf, Kerouac, Eileen Myles, Francesca Lia Block, Judy Blume (most likely a Superfudge book), or Douglas Adams. I read middle grade, classics, and everything in between. I’m going to stop referring to some books as “brain candy.” I’m going to stop sheepishly admitting to liking some books, and instead, be proud that I like them. There are no more books I “should” or “shouldn’t” be reading. I’m breaking free from caring whether something is “literary” or not.

Because I am just that kind of girl.